Even If We're In A State Of

Whatever Precautions You Take So The Photograph Will Look Like This Or That, There Comes A Moment When The Photograph Surprises You. It Is The Other's Gaze That Wins Out And Decides.

These Years Of The Ecole Normale Were An Ordeal. Nothing Was Handed To Me On The First Try.

The Poet…is The Man Of Metaphor: While The Philosopher Is Interested Only In The Truth Of Meaning, Beyond Even Signs And Names, And The Sophist Manipulates Empty Signs…the Poet Plays On The Multiplicity Of Signifieds.

Learning To Live Ought To Mean Learning To Die - To Acknowledge, To Accept, An Absolute Mortality - Without Positive Outcome,or Resurrection, Or Redemption, For Oneself Or For Anyone Else. That Has Been The Old Philosophical Injunction Since Plato: To Be A Philosopher Is To Learn How To Die.

The Circle Of The Return To Birth Can Only Remain Open, But This Is A Chance, A Sign Of Life, And A Wound.